Chapter Nine
Dylan tossed and turned in his bed. His leg tangled in the sheets. He'd been dreaming of soft curves, hair like falling, brown leaves in autumn, intelligent eyes that shied away from a direct gaze, and the subtle scent of roses mixed with a hint of something that reminded him of the bear-skinned rug in his father's hunting cabin.
He couldn't get the thought of Maggie Shaw out of his mind.
He'd asked her to marry him. He thought he'd never utter those words to another woman in his life. But the words had come unbidden from his lips, and he'd meant them.
Oh, he didn't imagine himself in love or anything foolish like that. To him, Maggie and her dogs were another set of beings he could rescue. There was a sadness, an apartness about her that was familiar to him. He knew, with
